What are you looking at over my shoulder?
I swear there must be something there, else why
Do all your spirits seem to wilt and moulder
As whatever it is goes passing by?
It cannot be the look within my eye,
Because you will not meet them while you stare
Out past my head. But still you try to lie
And tell me there is nothing over there.
Do you imagine that I do not care
Why you are peering past me in the gloom?
I'd rather be with you than anywhere
So it disturbs me quite when you entomb
Your eyes in nothingness and will not see
The person standing right before you: me.
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